Once, the prince of a kingdom of stone

Kind, honorable, honest to a fault,

Set out to see with his own eyes

What beyond his castle lies.

With him he took but the clothes on his back

No servants, who would hold him back

For what the prince wished to see

Was how his people truly live.

There were many things he learned

Some were shocking, even gross,

But kindness that was genuine

Was also sometimes shown to him.

So he started to question

Why people of red

Were damned to a life

Of oppression and hate.

He talked to them like they were just the same

Gaining the trust of those hidden away

And after falling in love with one of their own

He decided to melt the kingdom of stone.

But molten stone is deadly to all

So he was disposed of, before he did so.

And with the death of a man the story begins,

The death of the man

Who would never be king.

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There are not enough sword and Cornett ffs, so after reading some poetry to this fandom, I decided to do it too~
Especially as I like Hector - Why do people I like so often die anyways?